My granny while on her deathbed,
she turned and said to me, “Why
must you view life so morbidly? I
tried to teach you right, but
somewhere I went wrong, ’cause
you sing those death, death, devil
devil, evil, evil songs.”

When six pallbearers put her down and laid
her body in the ground, my eyes
were wet my face was very long.
The pastor said, “Son, here you are.
Won’t you please take this guitar?
Sing dear departed Granny one last
song.” And I sang…
Death, death, devil,
devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil,
evil songs. Hell, you know that’s
how I get along.
The world is full of tragedy so
how can it be wrong, singing
death, death, death, death, devil
devil, evil, evil songs.

Well, I was shopping at Hot Topic
and I was walking out the door,
when two dumb jocks came up to
me. They said, “Hey fag, it ain’t
Halloween!” And then they kicked my
lipstick to the floor. And I sang…
Death, death, devil,
devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil,
evil songs. Hell, you know that’s
how I get along.
The world is full of idiots so
how can it be wrong, singing
death, death, death, death, devil
devil, evil, evil songs.

Well, I went down to church on
Sunday. I sat up front in a pew. The
priest said, “Jesus and Mary, too!
Son, what the Devil’s got into you?
Get up and sing a hymn or two!” And
I sang…
Death, death, devil,
devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil,
evil songs. Hell, you know that’s
how I get along.
The world is full of hypocrisy so
how can it be wrong, singing
death, death, death, death, devil
devil, evil, evil songs.

I was invited to the White House.
The president pulled me aside. He
said, “Son, sing us a song of peace
for those evil-doers in the Middle
East.” I rolled my eyes and kicked
this rhyme, I sang…
Death, death, devil,
devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil,
evil songs. Hell, you know that’s
how I get along.
The world is full of Dubyas so
how can it be wrong, singing
death, death, death, death, devil
devil, evil, evil songs.

Well, then I died and went to Hell. I
could tell right away by the awful
smell that this was clearly not
the pearly gates. The Devil said, “Come
hear young man. My wife and I are
your biggest fans!” So naturally I felt
I had it made. Well, then he reached
into an iron chest and he picked the
tool that he felt was best. And then
He jabbed me in the schlong with a
pitchfork that had sharpened prongs.
He turned to me and winked and
sang this song. He sang…
Death, death, devil, devil, devil,
devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.
Yeah, I know that’s how you got
along. I find your songs hilarious but
now your soul’s precarious, singing
your death, death, death, death,
devil, devil, evil, evil songs. I’m just
kidding, kid. Welcome to Hell, enjoy
the buffet!

Death, death, devil,
devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil,
evil songs. Hell, you know that’s
how I get along.
The world is full of sinners so
how can it be wrong, singing
death, death, death, death, devil
devil, evil, evil songs.